A venerable and learned Pope died and went to Heaven.
At Heaven's Gates, all the Saints turned out to applaud and welcome him. "Ah but!" said the Pope, "First of all, before I meet the Creator, I would like to study some of the Holy Writings by Saints for a little time." "No problem," said Saint Peter and looked for the key of the Heavenly Library.
Some time elapsed. Earthly kingdoms and empires came and went, and one day suddenly the most awful scream emanated from the Heavenly Library's otherwise calm halls.
All heads turned as that old learned Pope came rushing out waving a papyrus …
"Look!," he yelled, "there's an ‘R’ in it!" he waved the paper about.
"An ‘R’ he yelled again and again, very red in the face now, "an ‘R’! A lousy feckin ‘R’! He stamped his feet and had the mother of all Tantrums.
"In what?" Asked an incredulous St Peter...
"In THIS! — Look — it says celib-R-ate……"